Last Visit To The Louvre The Cry Of The P.R.B., After A Careful Examination Of The Canvases Of Ruben - Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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NON NOI PITTORI! God of Nature's truth, If these, not we! Be it not said, when one Of us goes hence: “As these did, he hath done; His feet sought out their footprints from his youth.” Because, dear God! the flesh Thou madest smooth These carked and fretted, that it seemed to run With ulcers; and the daylight of thy sun They parcelled into blots and glares, uncouth With stagnant grouts of paint. Men say that these Had further sight than man's, but that God saw Their works were good. God that didst know them foul! In such a blindness, blinder than the owl, Leave us! Our sight can reach unto thy seas And hills: and 'tis enough for tears of awe.